“But how do you...?” Nathan trailed. Alex’s unassuming smile and swift dismissal of him soon had him turning to head upstairs to follow after Jim and Sasha.
Nathan would have worried that Alex was psychic—and the last thing he needed was another one of those—but he doubted her knowledge came from anything so grand. Running the Gatehouse came with some advantages.
Nathan entered the first room up the stairs to find Jim unpacking, focused entirely on the task at hand as if it actually mattered whether or not they removed all of their things from their bags
“I see you’ve decided to go for gold in the dateless wonder competition,” Nathan said, dropping his bag unceremoniously in the corner of the room.
Jim looked up long enough to glare. “I’m looking for the book,” he said.
“What book?”
“The one you got fromAlex, apparently.”